I lose myself in movement again today. Motivated by waking up without an alarm and the sun shining through the window, I quickly make plans for a morning hike through the state park with my mom. We explore new trails and I bask in the little miracle of getting too warm and tying my coat around my waist. My mom points out red and white pines and we barely see another soul despite the surprising business of the county this weekend.
Afterward, we eat pancakes and eggs and bacon, all smothered with lingonberries, in the car while looking out at the Sister Bay harbor.
I get out again in movement later in the afternoon, pausing my movie to go for a run just to feel the warmth and fresh air. Something must’ve been in the water these past few weeks because I feel desperate for it and my tired legs are thanking me rather than giving up.
The ice is almost completely gone now, just a few floating sheets by the dock at my place. We can hear the waves again.
Today is the first day of spring. I’ve missed seasons more than I realized after my six years in Austin. I like seeing how the world changes. It makes me want to change too.
With Love,
Natalie